You & your SO are adorable, Liese.

It's funny, we're in a bit of a drought here, but it doesn't tweak me. Maples still green, mostly. Reservoirs still have water, just low. However, hearing that the west is finally getting some wet is like, so huge. I'm programmed as a desert dweller. A drought here means things are a green with a tinge of brown. Where I come from, it means things are brown or on fire and water rationing means the difference between working taps and not. And the reservoirs are empty and you can see the buildings that were abandoned when they dammed the valley.

My cat Clio decided to jump into the tree tonight. Surprisingly only three ornamanments broke (though many more fell off the tree). I was actually more worried that Clio might have hurt herself, but she's fine. She totally knew that she did something wring though, she kept running away from me when I tried to check her out.

Not laughing, Sue, no I'm not. Must've been a sight.

Only one of my parents' cats climbed the tree. The rest were content to attack the cat-proof ornaments we hung near the base (fabric and styro we wouldn't miss) or considered the tree an alien invader to be avoided.

Not laughing, Sue, no I'm not. Must've been a sight.

Only one of my parents' cats climbed the tree.

Well that was the funny thing, she didn't try to climb the tree, it was like she was trying to jump over the branches on one side. Except, since the tree is in a corner, there was nowhere to go but in (and through) the branches.

Of course, she's now lying on the desk beside me, purring. It's no skin off her nose.

It was her grand adventure!

Sometimes Devi tries to jump onto things that don't hold her. I laugh. A lot.

I just hope she doesn't try again until she succeeds!

we had a tree one year, but after we had it up and before we put up decorations, our cat slithered up into it and wouldn't come out. We tried to put up ornaments, and he knocked them off the branches. We liked the idea of a cat tree and let him keep it. It was fun to have people sitting there and staring at our bare tree, then jumping when the tree rustled.

One of my earliest childhood memories is of my grandmother's 12 foot, fully flocked tree. Every year, it was exactly the same, white flocked with three sizes of red glass balls in front of one of those 4 color gel wheels...make it very Kubrickesque.

This particular year, my father and I drove 2 hours with his cat Tuffy yowling in the back window of the car. We walked into grandmother's house and the cat ran straight up to the very top of the tree.

Timber! It went over in a sort of surreal slomo...flocking powder everywhere. Glass shards, red on one side, silver on the the other...every. damn. where. I think it took 4 or 5 hours to clean it up.

Not so merry xmas.

I had a cat knock down a Christmas tree while I was out. He then had a fine time with the ornaments, which we found under all the furniture when we moved. He also ate a lot of tinsel, and the litter box was very festive for a couple of days.

When I met my inlaws' cats, they were 18 and 19 years old and they slept roughly 98% of the time. Every once in a while, they would walk over to the tree and very slowly hit an ornament. Then they'd look embarassed.

ate a lot of tinsel

Ugh. Terrible memories of a piece of tinsel hanging out of the cat's mouth...to pull or not to pull? And then? Sparkle poop. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

I wouldn't even think about using tinsel now as a result.